The main difference between a cat and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives.

Building capacity dissolves differences. It irons out inequalities.

Differences exist in practice and organization between the Lord’s Church and man-made institutions.

In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

If we cannot now end our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Homer has taught all other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

Obama’s policies have been approximately the same as Bush’s, though there have been some slight differences, but that’s not a great surprise. The Democrats supported Bush’s policies.

Madonna and I are very different. Just saying. We’re very different. I wouldn’t make that comparison at all, and I don’t mean to disrespect Madonna: she’s a nice lady, and she’s had a fantastic, huge career – biggest pop star of all time.

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you’re feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you’ll feel better because they know that everything is just as it is. There’s nothing to get excited about. They just know. They’re saviours.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

England and America are two countries separated by the same language.

No one can be happy who has been thrust outside the pale of truth. And there are two ways that one can be removed from this realm: by lying, or by being lied to.

No, I never thought I would like cats.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one’s self on lies and fables.

The press is the hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved. One can trust nobody and nothing.

I can’t relate to lazy people. We don’t speak the same language. I don’t understand you. I don’t want to understand you.

Whenever I write a novel, music just sort of naturally slips in (much like cats do, I suppose).

The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.

I can tell you all kinds of moral tales, but fashion and reality are vaguely different.

I’m not the kind of cat that’s going to cut off an ear if I can’t do something.

I am completely fascinated by the differences and comparisons between real life and fairy tales because we’re raised as little girls to think that we’re a princess and that Prince Charming is going to sweep us off our feet.

I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend.

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

There are a terrible lot of lies going about the world, and the worst of it is that half of them are true.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

There are some important differences between me and Tony Stark, like I have five kids, so I spend more time going to Disneyland than parties.

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live 10 times longer than if you have 10. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It’s truly ridiculous.

There are people who cannot forget, as neither do I, the lesson of the years of the Indochina War. Which was, first, that the state is capable of being a murderer. A mass murderer, and a conspirator and a liar.

We inhabit a universe that is characterized by diversity.

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun.

The lies of the empire and the treason of the quislings shall be defeated.

If the Great Way perishes there will morality and duty. When cleverness and knowledge arise great lies will flourish. When relatives fall out with one another there will be filial duty and love. When states are in confusion there will be faithful servants.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

I think the 24-hour news cycle has helped exaggerate the differences between the parties. You can always find someone on TV somewhere carping about something. That didn’t happen 20 years ago.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

Lettin‘ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier ‚n puttin‘ it back in.

Political language… is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

Governments are supposed to lie to their citizens.

I collect records. And cats. I don’t have any cats right now. But if I’m taking a walk and I see a cat, I’m happy.

If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a nonworking cat.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.

You cannot share your life with a dog, as I had done in Bournemouth, or a cat, and not know perfectly well that animals have personalities and minds and feelings.

When you start to realise how much of what you’ve constructed of yourself is based on deception and lies, that is a horrifying realisation.

The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.

You have your ideology and I have mine.

Justice will overtake fabricators of lies and false witnesses.

A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.

Oh, yes; you Virginians shed barrels of perspiration while standing off at a distance and superintending the work your slaves do for you. It is different with us. Here it is every fellow for himself, or he doesn’t get there.

Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.